| omitkina | Дата: Понедельник, 01.02.2016, 12:34 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| In the neglected village
Decide I will be real witch.
Adorning dress by white beads,
I took crown from the green leaves.
I woke up world of nature
When forest stump-throne featured,
And I touch trees my magic twig.
The ancient oak talked story
For country master's glory.
He lived, set pathes last century,
Girls-fairies slid like strangers,
Yoked horses ran with coaches.
Bear amused ghosts of Dacha,
The salmons grew up in pond,
I wish the fairytale is long!
Ольга Митькина
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